The train started moving. Mindy watched it roll by as the noise of clanking and mechanical groans grew to thunderous proportions, then faded as the last car departed from the station and trailed the other cars down the seemingly unending ribbon of track.

It was a good twenty minutes before anyone showed up, and when she first saw the man walking toward her on the platform, she ignored him. Dressed in faded denims, a plaid shirt, soiled work boots, and wearing a long, unkempt beard on his face, she assumed he was just a local laborer.

The man, however, walked right up to her and said "Mindy?"

"Uh, yeah. Uncle Paul?" she responded, a questioning look in her eyes. Could this be the man she had been sent to live with, she wondered.

"You will have to excuse me. I was doing some chores out in the barn and the time got away from me. I was already late, so I didn't take time to change. These your bags?" He assumed her answer would be positive and picked up the two suitcases.

As they walked away from the train platform, Mindy felt a stirring deep in her body. There was something about the native ruggedness of this man that was turning her on. She almost had to trot to keep up with his long strides, and was nearly out of breath when they finally reached his car and she settled into the passenger seat.

During the drive out to Paul's farm, he kept up a running chatter about the place. "I know it's going to a lot different from where you come from, but I really hope you like it here. We certainly have looked forward to your arrival." he was saying.

She wondered whether the "we" was editorial, or whether there was someone else living with him. "Oh, sure, has to be, she thought. "The agency certainly wouldn't send me to live with an unmarried man." The realization that he was married depressed her. For a moment, back at the train station, she had watched his firm buttocks as he was walking and had started fantasizing about being taken by his ruggedly powerful body. The thought of him having a wife put a damper on that fantasy.

"Uh, I'm sure I will, Uncle Paul." she answered listlessly. That was pretty much a lie, she thought to herself. She already missed the mall and the arcade that had suddenly been wrenched from her life.

"It will take a little getting used to, I know," he went on. "But Becky and Helga are really looking forward to having you around. They will do everything they can to make you feel right at home."

He saw her quizzical look and smiled. "Oh, I'm sorry. Becky is my wife and Helga is our, er, maid. Well, more than a maid. She's like part of the family." he explained.

She immediately envisioned a mousey, whimpering housewife and a large buxomy older teutonic maid. Her depression deepened as she thought of a future of sewing and mending and baking biscuits and mopping kitchen floors. "I could just strangle that fukkin' agency bitch for sending me here." she thought.

Paul turned off the main highway and minutes later pulled up to a large two- story house surrounded by several large and small barns. "Well, here we are," he said as he honked the horn before shutting the engine off.

As they were climbing out of the car, two girls ran out to meet them. The first looked to be about twenty, strikingly pretty with blonde hair framing her bright face and complementing her light blue eyes. The other was much younger, no more than eleven years old, and was wearing a pair of very small tight fitting shorts, with an almost minuscule halter top.

Mindy was confused. First, she had not expected Paul's wife to be as young as this pretty blonde, and second, he had said nothing about the young girl. Hesitatingly, she stepped up to the blonde and said, "Hello, Becky. I'm so glad to meet you."

"I be Helga." the girl laughed with a warm twinkle in her eyes. "This be Becky." she added with a heavy Swedish accent as she nodded her head toward the pert youngster. "Vee be so glad you are here. Ya, vee be glad."

Helga quickly took the two suitcases Paul had retrieved from the car and hurried into the house with them. "Yes, meet your Aunt Becky, Mindy." Paul smiled as he put his arm around the little girl's bare shoulder.

Becky looked up at him fondly before turning back to Mindy. "Oh, we have been so excited waiting for you. We could hardly wait." She squeezed her husband's hand and beamed. "Paul gives me so many nice presents, but you are the nicest one of all."

Paul led them into the house and up the stairs to Mindy's new bedroom. Helga was already unpacking her bags and putting her clothes in the dressers and closet. "Beck, you and I had better run along. Mindy has had a long trip, and I bet she wants to shower and take a nap." He took the little girl by the hand and led her out of the room.

Becky pouted, her young impatience temporarily thwarted. As she went through the door, she called back. "Well, Ok, but hurry up. I'm just dying to get to know you."

Helga showed Mindy where the bathroom was, and she took a long luxurious shower, relieved to feel the warm water rinsing off the grime and grit of her trip, to say nothing of the dried, caked-up cum that was evidence of the porter's visit to her berth the night before.

Returning to her bedroom with a towel casually draped around her refreshed body, she saw that Helga was just finishing the unpacking. The blonde smiled and motioned toward the bed. "You lay down, and I geeve you a good massage, then you take nap."

Appreciatively, Mindy stretched out on the bed. Helga leaned over and removed the towel, leaving her naked, and started working on her aching muscles with a firm yet somehow sensuous kneading.

The girl let her hands roam freely up and down Mindy's body, finding all the little sore spots and relieving the muscle knots that were aggravating them. After a few minutes she was in a dazed, near-sleep nirvana, and in her dream- like state barely heard the soft voice saying, "Ya, you turn over now." Rolling over, she felt the soft fingers once again caressing her body, and felt the pent- up tiredness drain away.

As she grew more relaxed under Helga's expert manipulation, she realized she was experiencing another sensation. The soft sensuous finger strokes were turning her on! This was something very new to her; she had never even given thought to being stimulated by another female. Particularly as Helga worked near her breasts or down between her thighs, she felt the unmistakable twitching and dampening in her pussy.

Mindy was almost in a trance. As if from far away, she heard Helga's soft husky voice saying "Ya, you sleep. You sleep and Helga take care of you" as she felt the first tender stroke of the girl's fingers stroking up the full length of her cuntlips.

As she felt her lips part and a finger tentatively start probing into her depths, she sighed contentedly, not at all concerned that she was being finger-fucked by another girl. Her body was far too relaxed to hump and buck as the waves of ecstatic stimulation flowed through her. Peacefully, calmly, her mind lowered to a level just above unconscious sleep, and she started cumming. Deep, delicious spasms of orgasm raced through her totally motionless body. She could not see the warm smile on Helga's face, nor the lust filled gleam in the pale blue eyes, but as she slipped into the sweet darkness of unconsciousness, she barely heard "Ya. Helga will take care of you any time you need me."

Chapter Four

Mindy woke up completely rested and refreshed. At first she was mildly confused, wondering where she was, but then remembered she was in her new bed in her new bedroom at this new place far, far from home.

She stretched lazily, and only then realized she was uncovered and totally naked. The warmth of the desert did not require the use of blankets and quilts, and she was absolutely comfortable laying there without a stitch covering her.

Almost as if it were a dream, she started remembering what had happened as she went to sleep. She felt a shiver of excitement as she recalled the soft, sensuous caress of strong yet tender fingers on her body, the almost unfelt teasing brushes across her breasts, the frenzied response of her cunt to the erotic probing. Softly, she started drawing lazy circles on her belly, retracing the same circles that Helga had traced as she fell asleep.

Her pussy started dampening, and she unconsciously moved her hand down to the soft downy vee and started rubbing. The friction quickly rekindled the lust-flames that were still flickering inside her belly, and moaning, she slipped her fingers between her shiny wet cuntlips and into her yearning fuck-cave.

She had to bite her lips to keep the moans from growing into a scream as she began a frenzied fuck-stroking. Tossing wildly and arching her back, Mindy fucked herself with passionate rage until once again the explosions of gut- wrenching climaxes ripped through her body.

She was still trying to catch her breath from the impromptu masturbation when the door swung open and Becky burst into the room. "Oh, good. You're awake. Did you have a good nap? I hope you are all rested now. Paul made me stay away from you and let you rest up until dinner. Are you getting hungry?" The little girl was babbling without even taking time to wait for answers. She jumped up on the bed excitedly and continued. "Helga said dinner would be ready in a few minutes, and that I could come get you. She said she was going to fix something special, beings it's your first meal with us. Oh, I'm, we, we're so glad you are finally here."

At first Mindy felt a twinge of embarrassment at being stark naked in front of Becky like that, but the feeling quickly faded as she saw that the girl, with wide eyed innocence, seemed to not notice.

"Uh, yeah, I guess I am getting kind of hungry." she was finally able to interject.

"Great!" Becky squealed, leaping from the bed and dashing over to the closet. "Let's find something for you to wear. Oh, what pretty clothes you have. I'm jealous. All these outfits are really nice, and I bet they all look scrumptious on you."

After she dressed, Mindy followed Becky downstairs to the dining room. Paul was already seated, and Helga was busily adding platters of food to the table. "Did you have a good rest?" he asked her as he slipped his arm around Becky's waist and returned the little girl's kiss.

She saw Paul's hand slide over Becky's little shorts and rub the girl's ass, and for a brief moment before their lips met, she thought she saw a flash of tongue. "Uh, er, yes sir, Uncle Paul. Thank you." she answered.

"Ya, Helga make sure of that." The pretty Swede answered as she entered with yet another platter of delicacies. She smiled at Mindy as she sat the platter down. "Helga take care of her real nice, no?"

Mindy felt a slight blush on her cheeks at the girl's reference to the earlier sex play, and hoped the other two didn't understand what she was hinting at. "Wouldn't want them thinking I was lez or something." she thought, but she couldn't help noticing that once again her pussy was starting to twitch, and had to wonder whether she maybe was lez or something.

The dinner was fabulous. A far cry from the junk food and frozen dinners her mother provided when her mother provided anything. It was capped off by a most delicious dessert, one of Helga's specialties, the pretty blonde had admitted.

After dinner, Paul excused himself to finish some chores while Becky and Helga cleared the table and started doing the dishes. It was still daylight, even though the sun had already disappeared behind a distant mesa. so Mindy decided to take a look around outside. She wandered aimlessly for a while, finally venturing over to the main barn.

She was about to go inside when she heard voices, so she stopped and peeked through a crack in the door. Inside, she saw her bearded uncle sitting on a bale of hay and talking to a stranger. "Got a real fine looking filly today," Paul was saying. "Take me a few months to get her trained, but she will definitely bring a good price."

"You haven't failed to produce anything but quality yet." the man answered, a leering smile on his face. "But I hope it doesn't take too long. I have a buyer that is pretty anxious."

"Let him cool his heels awhile." Paul replied. "The longer he has to wait, the more he will be willing to pay. And, believe me, he will be ready to pay plenty for this one."

Mindy did not understand a thing the two men were saying, but she decided that they were discussing business and that she should not disturb them. She turned and headed back to the house, quickly forgetting the incident.

Later that evening, Mindy was in her room preparing for bed. She had slipped into her pajama tops and was about to put on the bottoms when she realized that in this warm climate she didn't really need them.

Tossing the garment aside, she climbed up on the bed and was just getting ready to turn the light out when the door opened and Helga came in. "Oh, you be ready for bed. I not disturb you?"

"Oh, that's all right. I'm not really all that sleepy." she answered.

"Oh, goot.." the girl said. "I’ve something to show you I think you’ll like."

"Oh, what's that?"

"Ya, you be real quiet and you follow me." Helga said with a conspiratorial tone in her voice. She walked over to the window and, after motioning for Mindy to follow her, climbed out onto the porch roof. When Mindy joined her, the Swede held her finger up to her lips, whispered "Must be very, very quiet." then started crawling along the roof top. Mindy very carefully followed the blonde, a bit apprehensively, but to curious about what might lie ahead not to proceed.

Moments later, the pair were outside another window, and after once again cautioning Mindy to be quiet, Helga raised her head up and peeked in. She grinned broadly and motioned for Mindy to do likewise.

Mindy carefully moved into a position where she, too, was in front of the window, then peeked in. It was apparently Paul's bedroom, and her uncle was sitting at the end of the bed, his side turned to the window. He was naked from the waist down, and she could see the long, hard shaft of his huge cock.

Kneeling on the floor between his legs, little Becky was stroking the long piece of male-meat with her small hand, and her face was just inches away from the man's swollen, purple cock head.

Mindy gasped, then bit her lip to keep from making any noise as she stared at the scene in front of her. "Oh, yeah, baby. Your getting me hot." Paul said huskily. Mindy stole a quick glance at her companion as if to make sure she was seeing the same thing. The blonde smiled and nodded. As she turned back to look some more, she felt a hand go up under her pj's and rest on her butt.

Chapter Five

Shivers of pleasure ran through Mindy's body as Helga's fingers moved sensuously up and down her ass crack, leisurely exploring every inch of the tight fleshy valley. Because she was wearing only the shirt top to her pj's, the girl had easy access to her and was taking full advantage of it.

Along with the erotic stimulation the blonde was giving her, the scene in the window was turning her on something fierce. "Oh, yeah. Suck it, baby. Suck on Daddy's big cock for him." Paul growled as Becky's lips slid down the throbbing shaft. Mindy was amazed to see how much of the stiff meat could disappear into the little girl's mouth, and she licked her own lips thinking about how good that rigid male pole would taste in her own mouth.

Becky continued to bob her head up and down on the man's swollen member, and Mindy could see the glistening droplets of spittle trickling down his hairy balls as the pre-teener drooled and slobbered. She might be young, Mindy thought to herself, but she was already a very talented little cocksucker.

In the meantime, the pretty Swede continued to tease Mindy with her agile fingers. She had worked her way down Mindy's ass and had run her fingers along either side of the pink, puffy cuntlips that were now completely covered with sticky fuck-juice. Continuing to rub the girl's throbbing pussy, she leaned forward and lightly kissed one of her firm, round buttocks.

Mindy felt a renewed, even more erotic shiver flow through her body as the tip of Helga's tongue started tracing small circles on her ass cheek. She was getting so stimulated by the sexual foreplay that she was about to go out of her mind.

Events inside the bedroom window were definitely adding to her growing lust. Paul had lifted Becky up, turned the little girl around, and sat her on his lap. His long dick stood stiffly between her legs and pushed against her hairless pussy. "Ok, baby. You got me good and hot," he said as he cupped her budding little titties with his hands. "Now it's time to give Daddy a nice, sweet little piece of pussy."

He alternately lifted and lowered the pretty child for a while, letting his stiff prick rub against her tiny slit and adding the slippery moisture of her spittle to her already moist and lubricated little fuck hole. Then, satisfied that she was ready to take his hard meat, he lifted her up over his swollen cock head and lowered her onto the fat, rigid skewer.

Becky gasped as Paul slowly lowered her on the huge sausage. As Mindy watched it disappear, inch by inch, into the youngster's pussy, she wondered how a little girl like that could possibly handle such an enormous fuck pole. It seemed to her that the long prod must certainly be pushing into Becky's belly as she watched the full length being swallowed by a tiny cunt that was surely being stretched to its utmost limits.

Mindy had started cumming soon after Helga's fingers had first started fondling her yearning cunt, and the climaxes continued in rapid-fire, each more intense than the one before. Behind her, the eager Helga continued to work her over, and Mindy could hear the sloppy squishing sounds the girl's fingers were making as she stroked them in and out of the throbbing cunt. Even more exciting, though, was the hot blonde's inquisitive tongue, which had found her tight little butt hole and was eagerly pushing it open. Mindy had never even imagined being tongue-fucked in the as before, and the new sensations were driving her wild beyond belief.

Paul was bouncing the little girl up and down on his fuck pole like she was a toy, and Mindy could easily see the glistening meat first sliding out, then being driven back in Becky's pussy.

The girl, in turn, was twisting and churning as the huge machine fucked into her. Her eyes were glazed and her jaw hung slack as the pummeling of her young body continued.

Just as Helga's tongue managed to part Mindy's pucker hole and slide up her ass pipe, sending yet another wave of ecstatic spasms throughout her body, the tell-tale white streaks on Paul's cock gave evidence that he was spewing hot cum into the little girl's fuck cave. Too much to be contained in the small cunt, globs of the sticky cream began oozing from her slit and plopping on his belly.

Seeing this, Mindy felt one more explosive orgasm rip through her trembling body before she collapsed, totally exhausted by the cum, onto the porch roof.

Helga virtually had to drag the completely drained Mindy across the roof and back into the bedroom. Once safely inside, the two girls sprawled out on the floor under the window sill, gasping to catch their breaths.

"Oooooh, that was hot!" Mindy was finally able to whisper.

Helga put her fingers under Mindy's chin and turned the girl's face toward hers. "And I'm not through with you yet, honey." she said huskily, lust gleaming in her pale blue eyes. "God, I'm hot for your sexy body. I've been turned on ever since I saw you this morning, and I want you bad, bad, bad."

"She is a lez!" Mindy thought to herself. "I've got a fukkin' lez trying to crawl all over me!" At first, she was turned off by the thought, but then she realized that after all the sex-crazed blonde had brought her off to some of the biggest, most mind shattering cums she had experienced in a long time.

"I'd still rather be riding some hot dick," she told herself, "but, after all, if I don't have any dick to climb on and if she really wants to play with my pussy...." She smiled back at the pretty Swede.

Helga took Mindy's smile as an open invitation. Quickly slipping out of her own nightgown, she slide a hand up under Mindy's pajama shirt, cupped one of the soft firm breasts, and leaned forward to kiss her. As soon as their lips touched, she forced Mindy's apart with her tongue and stated exploring the wet warmth of her mouth.

Alarmed by this move, Mindy started to pull away and protest, but as Helga pumped her tit, first squeezing, then relaxing, and as the girl's tongue probed deeply into her mouth, she found the sensation to be surprisingly pleasant. After all, she thought to herself, it was a hotter and sexier french kiss than any guy had ever given her, and a lot of them, like Billy Bob, had skipped this kind of sensuous foreplay altogether. Instinctively responding on its own, she felt her tongue twisting and tangling with the delicious intruder.

Helga, fearing the worst, had anticipated rejection. Now however, as she sensed her lovely prey succumbing to her advances, she was elated. Becoming even more aggressive, she pushed Mindy onto her back and rolled on top of her.

Mindy was dizzily aware that she was being seduced, but as the seduction was triggering another series of explosive orgasms, she gave in all the way. The two girls' spittle intermingled, and the combined juices swished back and forth from mouth to mouth as the two tongues lashed at each other and explored the other mouth.

Her seductress pushed her knee between Mindy's legs to part them, then wriggled her body until her own long legs were between them. This forced their pussy's together, and Helga began a slow, erotic gyration, churning the two hairy cunts against each other in an erotic flat-fuck.

Mindy's mind was swirling. She was being made love to by another woman and she was actually enjoying it. She was getting more turned on by the minute as Helga squirmed and humped on top of her. The girl was larger than she was; almost as large as some of the guys she had screwed. In a way it was just like being fucked by a guy, the way their heaving bodies slipped and rubbed against each other.

Of course, the difference was that she didn't have a hard dick slamming into her, only another cunt grinding frantically against her own. That difference, even in itself though, was surprisingly erotic to her. At first only occasionally, but now more often as each girl learned exactly what moves to make, their overly excited clits rubbed together. Each time that happened another wave of climaxes would cascade through her body.

Totally turned on now, she wrapped her legs around Helga and pushed her heels into the girl's haunches, pulling her tighter, harder, against her quivering pussy.

"Oh, baby. Yes! Fuck me, baby. Yes, fuck me! Fuck me!" Helga moaned between sloppy wet tongue fucks. Mindy could hear the plopping and squishing each time Helga humped her, and she could feel the spreading cunt juices spreading across her thighs and belly, mingling with Helga's and with their combined sweat.

"Yes, yes. Big fuck. Oh, big hot fuck!" she cried, surprising herself with the begging sound of her own voice urging her hot seductress on. Her climaxes we recurring more frequently and were increasing in magnitude. Finally, reaching a crescendo of ecstatic cumming, she felt one huge, all consuming orgasm devouring her.

Mindy's body stiffened, paralysed by the erotic convulsions. "Cum for me, sweet baby. Oh yes, cum big for me!" Helga cried as she tightly hugged the shivering girl to her body.

Mindy was absolutely spent, and was certain she could do no more. After all, during the past twenty four hours, beginning with the renegade porter, she had been fucked, she had finger-fucked herself, she had been finger-fucked, and now she had been flat- fucked. Surely, that was all her ravished body could take, she thought.

Helga definitely had other ideas on the matter.

Lifting herself up from Mindy and rolling off to the side, she eyed the young girl's body, particularly the wet mat of dark hair now streaked with the remnants of their fuck-juices. She licked her lips greedily and bent over.

Helga's lips came into contact with Mindy's body right below her navel. Too exhausted and too contented to even think about protesting, she sighed deeply and closed her eyes, deciding to let her seducer do what she wanted to do to her. She felt a new shiver of thrill as Helga's tongue traced down her belly, then flicked and danced over and around her sated cunt.

The teasing tongue did the trick. Mindy was once again turned on and was aching to have her hot pussy ministered to. Helga continued to dart her tongue all around, but carefully avoided actually touching the invitingly swollen cuntlips she so fiercely desired. The effect on Mindy was devastating; the more Helga teased her yearning pussy, the more desperate she became to have it satisfied. Finally, overwhelmed by the growing need, she grabbed the pretty Swede's blonde hair and pulled Helga's face down to her yearning, waiting twat.

Helga responded vigorously. She drove her hot, inquisitive tongue deep into the delicious cunthole, tasting the full tangy woman taste of the wet cavern. Mindy pulled at the girl's hair desperately, making sure she would not pull away, and then started churning and bucking with a violence matched only by the violent orgasms that once more sent spasms of sheer ecstacy through her body.

Helga continued to suck and lick the hot fuck juices that were flowing copiously from Mindy's tortured pussy until, at last, she used the last ounce of her lust driven strength. With a low, long moan filled with passionate lust, she collapsed into limpness just as Mindy reached an ultimate orgasm that sapped the last bit of energy from her totally consumed body.

The two girls lay whimpering on the floor, entwined in each others arms, until both were asleep. Mindy's last conscious thought was "If that makes me a lesbian too, well, I guess...."

Chapter Six

The morning sunlight pouring through the window woke Mindy up. She stretched lazily and decided that she still had a few minutes before she had to get up, eat breakfast, and do her chores.

It had been almost a month since she had arrived at her Uncle Paul's, and she thought about all that had happened during that time. Helga, of course, was all over her at every opportunity. She was growing fond of the blonde lesbian, and was certainly enjoying the sexual heights that the girl would bring her to. On the other hand, she missed having some good stiff cock in her pussy. Several weeks ago Helga had snuck into her bedroom late at night with a strap-on dildo, something Mindy had never seen before, and had given her a good hard fucking with it. The dildo-fuck quickly became a part of the two girls' sexual repertory, and Helga was adept at being very butch-masculine when using it on her, but it was still only a substitute for real male meat.

Her Uncle Paul seemed to be keeping his distance from her. Often, during her day-dreams, she fantasized being taken by the gruff, bearded man, but if he had any thoughts about fucking around with his young niece, he was keeping them well hidden.

Not that she hadn't tried stirring something up with him. She made sure that she dressed as revealingly as she dared, and she took advantage of every opportunity to flash some thigh or show some tit to attract his attention, but it was all to no avail.

She knew he was dicking little Becky every chance he got. Although she had actually seen them that one time, she heard them getting it on every night through the thin walls of their adjoining bedrooms. She had also noticed that quite often the two would slip off during the day, either up to the bedroom or out to the barn. She envied the little twat, knowing that Becky was getting far more than her share of the male meat Mindy herself so desperately craved.

All in all, though, things are turning out pretty good here, she thought as she rolled over and climbed out of bed. "But I need more than just having a lez eat my pussy out for me," she mumbled.

Out in the barnyard, Paul was sitting on a bale of hay mending a saddle strap. Coincidentally, his thoughts were pretty much on the same subject as Mindy's. He glanced up just as the young girl passed in front of her window, her pretty naked body momentarily framed by the opening.

He was very pleased with the way she had responded to lesbianism. No hang up there, he thought, and that probably means she won't resist to the things that were coming her way. His well- paid contact at the social agency had really turned up a jewel this time.

"Might be a good time to start her on her next lesson." he said to himself. "Maybe I can mover her along quicker than I thought."

Chapter Seven

Mindy found out something was wrong as soon as she got out of bed. Opening her dresser to get a fresh pair of underwear for the day, she found all the drawers empty. Not a thing was left. No panties, no bras, not even the secret stash of porn pics were to be found in the now empty piece of furniture. Turning to her closet, she discovered that all her clothes had been removed. Only one garment was hanging on the rod; a short, plain, nondescript, pull- over dress.

She quickly pulled the blue grey garment on, tugging at the skirt hem that barely covered her bare ass, and dashed down the stairs to report this mysterious event. As she reached the bottom of the steps, she stopped short. Her Uncle Paul and a strange woman were standing in the hallway.

"Mindy. I am leaving on a trip this morning. This is Alma, and she will be staying here while I'm gone." her uncle said.

"Uh, I'm pleased to meet you, Ma'am." Mindy said in a rush, nodding at the woman. "But, Uncle Paul, something has happened. When I got up..."

"Alma will be in charge during my absence, and I want you to make her stay as pleasant as possible." He interrupted her. "Now, I have to go or I'll miss the train."

Paul turned and walked briskly out of the room, leaving the confused girl standing there with the strange woman. Mindy started to say something about her missing clothing, but before she had a chance, the woman said sternly,

"There are going to be some changes around here, young lady. Paul has been just too nice, and as a result you are not learning how to be the proper young lady you should be. While I am here you are to mind me at all times and do exactly as I say. Do you understand that? Also, Mizzuz Becky is the mistress of this house, and must be shown the proper respect. I will not tolerate any kind of insubordination." The woman wheeled around and started walking toward the kitchen. "Go eat your breakfast and get busy doing your chores."

Mindy was caught totally off guard, and was stunned by the sudden tongue lashing. Sullenly, she followed the woman into the kitchen, got herself a bowl of cereal and some juice, and sat down to eat. Mindy watched the woman as she paced around the kitchen putting things away. She was not at all bad looking in spite of her severe dress and the way she had her hair pulled back in a bun. About thirty, Mindy guessed, tall but full figured with large breasts evident under the simple blouse that was buttoned up to her neck.

Her skirt fell to mid-calf hiding her legs, but the way the material swished as she walked, Mindy knew they were long and firm. There was an incongruity in what Mindy saw. On the one hand Alma seemed to be a prune-pussied old maid, but at the same time she seemed to be a sex-pot ready to explode.

After breakfast, Mindy rinsed her dishes off and went up to her room to make her bed. Just as she finished and was fluffing her pillow, Becky walked into the room. The girl was still wearing her usual tight shorts and skimpy halter top, but there was an added ornament. Wrapped loosely about her waist was a long, thin leather thong. "I need a drink of water," the little girl demanded. "Go get me some."

"Go get it yourself," Mindy responded off handedly. without looking back. Suddenly she felt a sharp stinging on the back of her thigh. Becky had uncoiled the thong and had whacked her with it.

"You little bitch!" Mindy screamed, as much from shock as from anger or pain. She spun around and moved toward the girl threateningly.

Becky, eyes wide in fright, screamed and ran out of the room screaming "Alma! Alma! Mindy's trying to hurt me!"

Mindy dashed out of her room, chasing the screaming little girl. Out in the hallway, she came to an abrupt stop. Alma was standing there with the frightened Becky behind her, peering around and clinging to the woman's skirt.

"Just what is going on here?" Alma asked angrily.

"She, she was going to hit me!" Becky squealed. "She was going to beat me up!"

Mindy tried to protest, but the woman grabbed her arm and dragged her back to her room. "Bend over, young lady. It's time you learned some respect for your mistress." She took the thong from Becky and thwacked Mindy across her naked butt with it several times. Mindy bit her tongue to keep from crying out. Alma grabbed her shoulder, pulled her upright, and turned her around to face her. "There's more where that came from if you don't straighten up, young woman."

Mindy, tears forming in her eyes, could not help but notice the telling gleam of lust in Alma's eyes, not at all different from the look she often saw in Helga's. Even though the welts on her ass were burning, she felt a thrilling twinge of eroticism in her pussy.

Nothing else happened during the day; Mindy making sure to stay clear of both Becky and Alma. She did her chore quietly, looking forward to that night and hoping that Helga would visit her room so she could find out from her what was going on.

That night, after she showered and stretched out on her bed, face down because of the still stinging welts on her ass and legs, she lay quietly waiting in the dark. Soon the door opened and the pretty Swede sneaked in.

"Oh, Helga, Am I glad to see you," Mindy whispered as the blonde sat down beside her. "Everything changed today."

"Yes, I know," Helga answered soothingly, her hand exploring the naked body beside her. She discovered the long welt that stretched across Mindy's firm, round ass and said, "Oh, what have they done to you? Oh, baby."

"I, I don't know. It was all so strange. I didn't really do anything, but I got whipped."

"Here, here. let Helga make it better." The girl leaned over and brushed her lips across the red, snakelike protuberance. Mindy shivered with excitement at her touch, and her pussy twitched even more when Helga's soft, wet, warm tongue began tracing along the wound. As much as it had hurt to receive the lashes, Helga's unusual method of medicating them was so highly stimulating that it made the pain seem somehow worth it. She started climaxing immediately, and with each stroke of the lesbians soft, gentle, soothing tongue, she felt another ecstatic spasm of delight.

"Get up on your knees now, sweetheart," Helga whispered. She helped Mindy get to her knees then, laying face up, she wriggled her head between the girls legs. "Now, sit down on me. Sit on my face with that beautiful pussy."

Mindy slowly lowered herself onto the blonde lesbians face, shivering with excitement when Helga's wet tongue started probing her yearning cunt. This new position was fantastic, she thought. From it, she could reach down and knead the Swedes voluptuous breasts, or alternately, she could maul her own soft, firm titties, and all the while having her excited cunt eaten by the girl under her.

At first, she held back from dropping her full weight on Helga's face, but the more Helga licked and sucked, and the more excited she got, she stated pushing down harder, all he while wriggling, squirming, and bouncing on the tongue that was giving her such a hot and voracious fucking.

Mindy dropped forward onto her hands, and was now all-fours over her hungry lover. She lowered herself until her breasts were rubbing on Helga's hot body and started swaying from side to side, stimulating her erect nipples as they drug across the girl's smooth skin. She could also feel Helga's firm tits pushing into her belly, and this added to the erotic sensations she was feeling.

As she moaned and cried with passionate lust, her spittle inadvertently spilled from her mouth and dropped onto Helga's hairy cunt. Dipping her head to retrieve the errant moisture, she smelled the tangy sweet aroma of the blonde's wet cunt. She could not resist the temptation, and lowered her face to the enticing fuck hole in front of her and started lapping with greedy delight just as her ever increasing climaxes reached the utmost intensity. "Oh, Helga! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" she cried....

Totally exhausted, mentally, emotionally, and physically, from the ordeal of this strange day, Mindy fell sound asleep on top of Helga, her face cradled by the girl's thighs and resting on her hairy cunt. But somehow, during the night, the blonde extricated herself from the weight of the sleeping girl without waking her.

The next morning, Mindy awoke from her deep sleep. She found herself lying face down in deference to her tortured bottom. However, when she tentatively felt the spot that had only a few hours earlier been covered with stinging welts, she found no evidence of their existence. Alma, long experienced in such matters, was careful to apply the thong only hard enough to cause discomfort.

As temporary as it was, though, it was definitely real while it lasted. Mindy rubbed her soft asscheek as she thought about the stinging pain brought about first by the little bitch Becky, then by the stern Alma. Strangely enough though, even as she remembered the sharp discomfort, her pussy started trembling. Whether from the actual whipping or from the delicious cunt lapping she received later, the net effect was that Mindy had reached an extremely exciting orgasm, one that she would never forget.

The morning passed uneventfully. She did her chores, then prepared herself a small lunch. Even though she ran across Becky several times, the little girl seemed to avoid her and did nothing that would precipitate the same type of scene as the one yesterday.

After lunch, Mindy actually started looking for an excuse to get into some type of trouble, not wanting the lashing she had received the day before, but definitely wanting the special "nursing" Helga had given her later.

Finally, she had her opportunity. Coming around the corner in the hallway, she spotted Becky bending over, picking up some magazines she had dropped. Mindy intentionally veered out of her way to bump the little girl, sending her sprawling on the floor.

In a rage, Becky rose to her feet, loosening her thong as she did. The long piece of leather cracked through the air and stuck Mindy just above her knee.

"You fukkin' little whore!" She screamed feinting a charge at the smaller girl. Becky turned tail and ran, crying for Alma to save her.

Alma came blustering out of the kitchen to see what was happening. Without waiting for details, she grabbed the thong from Becky as she said "Up to your room, young lady! And you stay there until morning!" The thong flew out and flicked Mindy's leg as she turned to retreat. As she ran up the stairs, Alma followed, lashing at her with the makeshift whip.

Alma's aim was perfect. Only the very tip of the thong touched Mindy, flicking at her skirt and stinging her butt. By the time she reached the head of the stairs and got to her room, her skirt was torn to threads. She flopped belly down on her bed, nursing the burning whip marks and whimpering softly.

As she lay in the darkening room, she waited with anticipation for the nursing she knew would come. As torturing as the whipping had been, it was a small price to pay for the soothing tongue bath Helga would soon be giving her.

Her hot fuck-juices were pouring from her excited cunt. Chapter Eight

Mindy was finishing the dishes, and Alma was standing in the doorway watching her young charge. The girl was responding quite well to the treatment she had received during the past week, she thought. Apparently even going out of her way to antagonize little Becky so she could receive a sharp lashing for it.

Her dress was now nothing more than rags. Totally shredded from the waist down, it revealed a lot more of her firm round buttocks than it concealed. One of the shoulder straps had been severed by a well placed snap of the thong, and that sleeve would not stay up, leaving her shoulder bare and most of one pert breast exposed. She seemed to wear the torn garment with pride, much as if it were a badge of honor. The net effect was that she appeared even sexier than usual, Alma noticed. The woman felt an itching lust for the girl growing larger in her belly.

"I know I have a job to do first," Alma said to herself as she turned and walked away from the kitchen. "But before its all over, I'm going to get my turn with that luscious little fuck bunny. Right now, though, its time for her next lesson."

Alma found Helga dusting furniture in the living room and sent the blonde to the kitchen on a fabricated errand. Then she went looking for Becky so she could give the little girl her next instruction.

"Oh, hi, Helga." Mindy smiled as the Swedish lesbian entered the kitchen.

"Hi yourself, baby." Helga responded. She walked over and slipped her arm around Mindy's waist. "And how is my little precious this morning?"

"Fine, just fine." Mindy answered, almost giggling at the way the girl spoke to her. She leaned back against Helga, enjoying the comfort of her warm body.

Helga, unable to resist the temptation, turned Mindy's face toward her's and gave the girl a passionate kiss. Her hands moved up Mindy's body until she found and cupped the pair of firm, soft mounds. "Oh, baby. I want you bad. It's going to be hard waiting until tonight."

Mindy wriggled her ass against Helga suggestively in response to the overture, letting her know that she, too, was yearning for their nighttime love making. Helga started to step away and do whatever Alma had told her to do, but could not resist one last, loving caress. That last feel, however, proved to be one too many as Becky walked in and caught the two girl's embracing. "Alma!" she screamed. "Alma! Come here quick!"

Alma came charging through the door just as the two surprised girls broke off their passionate embrace. In a flash, she grabbed the thong Becky had removed from her waist and was offering her and began lashing them with it.

"What is going on here? Did I just see what I think I saw?" She continued to lash out with the thong, and each time the whip flicked at Mindy's flesh and she felt the hot sting, her pussy twitched and more of her fuck-juices oozed from between her cuntlips to spread across her thighs.

"They was doing Lez stuff!" Becky chortled, jumping up and down in glee as she watched Alma thrashing the pair. "I saw them hugging and kissing and everything."

"A couple of lesbians, huh?" Alma said menacingly. " So we have us a couple of cunt lapping lesbians here. Well, I know exactly how to deal with that. Helga, into the basement. Now. Mindy, you wait right here until I come back for you. Becky, you watch her and make sure she waits, you hear?"

Helga disappeared through the basement door, quickly followed by the apparently outraged Alma. Mindy could hear the snapping of the whip as the two descended the steps. Long minutes passed before Alma returned. Pointing to the door, she snapped "Move, you fucking bitch!"

Trembling with a mixture of fear and curiosity about what might happen next, Mindy headed down the basement stairs, hurried along by the stinging lashes from Alma.

When she got to the bottom step, she was frozen in her tracks by what she saw. The dank, dimly lit basement was filled with all sorts of strange paraphernalia, the most obvious being a pair of large wooden frames. A completely naked Helga was gagged and strapped spread-eagle to one of the frames, lashed down by coils of rope circling her ankles, wrists, and neck.

Grabbing Mindy's wrist and twisting it up behind her, Alma forced her over to the remaining frame. Moments later she had the girl fastened down as securely as the blonde. Both frames were on rollers, and after Alma had finished tieing Mindy down, she rolled the two frames closer together. The girls were left facing each other only inches apart. They were close enough to feel each other's body heat and to smell each other's musky aroma, but try as they would, they could not touch.

Alma left the two hanging and disappeared behind a partition. As soon as she turned her back, Helga started squirming, desperately trying to stretch out so that her erect nipples would touch Mindy's. Mindy, in turn, tried to respond in the same manner, but the effort was futile; their hard, brown nips were less than an inch apart, but that was as close as they could get. As Mindy struggled though, she realized that she was cumming, and cumming big.

When Alma finally reappeared, she was completely transformed. Instead of her hair being up in a secure bun, it was falling loosely across her bare shoulders. Instead of the bland tailored dress, she was wearing a black lace corset that pushed her massive breasts up and out, a matching garter belt, black bikini crotchless panties with red lace accenting the frontal opening that revealed her puffy red cuntlips, a pair of fishnet hose, and spike heeled black patent leather boots that came up to mid thigh. The totally erotic outfit was accented by a pair of black, metal studded bracelets and a matching belt with a small but vicious looking cat-o-nine-tails hanging from it.

Mindy was wide-eyed, staring at this totally different Alma. The long-burning lust that had simmered inside her flashed into a blaze of desire as she saw Alma in this new way.

Alma moved the two frames once again, this time positioning further apart and at an angle to each other so that her two captives could watch her as well as see each other. Then she started pacing back and forth in front of them, swaying her full, sensuous hips back and forth in lewd display. From time to time she would snap the cat-o-nine-tails at one of the girls, measuring the distance very carefully so that only the biting, wicked tips would flick at the soft creamy flesh it was aimed at.

Each time the whip struck Helga, Mindy would flinch in sympathetic response. However, her fuck-juices would flow even more copiously as she saw the girl's skin welt up from the stings of the whip.

Before the ordeal was over, Mindy's already shredded dress was nothing more than a few strands of ragged material hanging from her shoulders and her waist. When she dared glance away from Alma and the threatening whip, she would see Helga's naked body covered with bright red splotches that looked like insect bites, and she was certain her own pale skin was equally marked with welts.

Alma continued to strut in front of her captives. Along with an occasional lash of the whip, she verbally abused the tied up pair, her favorite expressions being "pussy eating bitches" or cunt lapping queers".

At long last, she stopped parading. Walking over to a nearby table, she picked up an object and turned around. It was Helga's dildo. Waving the fake cock in front of her, Alma said "I found this in your room when I was cleaning it. So, you like being fucked, huh? Well, my little pretty, if it's a fucking you want, it's a fucking you will receive."

Alma walked over to where Helga was hanging in her bonds, and in moments had the huge dildo strapped to her front. Then she picked up a jar of petroleum jelly, dropped to her knees, and started applying the lubricating cream to the rubber shaft, stroking it as if adoring the phallic symbol. Mindy watched and felt her cunt juice up even more as she saw the blonde Swede in her male-like conversion.

After completing her preparations, Alma returned to Mindy where she made a few adjustments to the frame that resulted in bending her over at the waist, leaving her bare ass raised and exposed. Next, she trundled the frame across the floor until Helga's dick was pressing against the girl's unprotected butt. Finally, she loosened Helga's straps enough that the blonde could maneuver and said "Now, fuck your little bitch lover. Give her the fuck she's been asking for."

Helga resisted at first, but a few well placed cracks of Alma's whip quickly convinced her that butt-fucking Mindy was the desirable alternative. tentatively, she thrust her pelvis forward until she felt the resistance of Mindy's little pucker-hole, then pushing a bit harder, she felt that resistance yield as the stiff rubber dick forced it's way up the girl's virgin ass pipe.

Mindy, frightened by the pending assault on her asshole, tensed up. When the rubber cock finally penetrated, she felt a fortunately short-lived moment of pain followed by an intense sense of total gratification; not unlike the feeling she had when her pussy was stuffed with stiff dick. Incredulously, she found herself cumming as the girl-driven prick slipped further up her ass. "All the way. Bury that big fucker in her butt, you pussy eating bitch!" Alma ordered, popping Helga's tortured ass with yet another crack of the whip. "Ream her fucking ass out with your cock, bitch. Give it to her hard."

As soon as she saw that Helga was into the rhythm of giving a good hard butt- fucking, the sultry torturess moved around to the other side of Mindy's frame. She stood in front of the girl with legs apart. Her big hairy cunt, framed by the lewd lace panties, was just inches away from her captive's face. "Eat me, fucking bitch. Eat me!"

Whether invitation or order, Mindy didn't need it. As soon as she saw the hot hairy snatch in front of her, she wanted to tongue fuck it. Straining at the leash around her neck, she stretched until her face was pressed against Alma's hot pussy and she could push her tongue between the fat, puffy cuntlips. The inner folds of Alma's cunt were soaked with hot pussy juice, and Mindy began greedily licking and sucking the tangy liquid as the woman ground the big hairy pussy into her face.

Helga, once she realized the dido in Mindy's butt would not hurt the young girl, overcame her reluctance and started fucking harder and more furiously with the long dido, driving it deep into the tight asshole until her belly was slapping against Mindy's firm round asscheeks.

"That's the way. Fuck her hard. She wants it hot and hard," Alma cried as the furious pounding gained force. Helga's belly was slapping hard against Mindy's ass, and Mindy shivered with delight as she slurped at the hot juicy pussy that was covering her face. "Ram it to her, bitch. Slam her ass with it."

Helga was crazy with lust and, as male-butch as she had ever been, she fucked the pretty girl as hard as she could. Mindy's climaxes were hitting her one after the other, sending a cascade of passionate ecstacy throughout her yearning body. Alma, in turn, was slamming her face with her lust filled pussy as hard as she could. Mindy was going wild with passion as she was pounded both front and rear.

When it was finally over, Alma dropped to the floor panting and moaning, rubbing her well eaten cunt with her hands. The two girls hanged limply in their frames, held up only by their bonds as, totally sated, they collapsed into the delicious exhaustion that follows an all out fuck fest.

Chapter Nine

Immediately after the scene in the basement, Alma had taken Mindy up to her room and had locked the girl in. "I have some things I need to do," she had said, "and I can't trust you and that cunt lapping bitch friend of yours to behave when my back is turned." she had said.

Mindy flopped on her bed and thought about the exciting things that had just happened to her. She got turned on just thinking about having been fucked by the hard rubber dildo. Her butt was still tingling from it, and she felt a shiver of anticipation as she fantasized having some real meat shoved up her ass. "That would feel soooo good." she said to herself as she rubbed her hand on her bottom, still burning from the stinging lashes that Alma had inflicted on her.

It had been way too long since she had felt some hard dick pumping into her, and as much as she liked sucking Helga's cunt or even the hot, wet, hairy pussy she had just eaten, she was aching for cock. The girl drifted off to sleep and dreamed that the railroad porter had somehow found where she was, crept into her room, and fucked her silly with his big hard cum-filled prick.

Mindy was kept to her room for the next few days as Alma made good her promise to herself that she would have her time with the sexy girl she had been brought in to train. Several times during the day and night, she would let herself into Mindy's room and have her way with the girl, making Mindy suck her hungry cunt, eagerly lapping Mindy's sweet pussy, having her ass tongue fucked, having her huge firm tits sucked.

She used her whip occasionally, partially to remind her charge that she was in charge, but partially because she knew the young girl enjoyed the stinging bites and was somehow stimulated to a sexual frenzy by them.

Alma kept Helga at bay by letting the promiscuous lesbian have Becky's, and occasionally even her own, pussy to lick. The blonde did not seem to care who's cunt she was eating just as long as she was eating cunt.

The change was good for little Becky too, she knew. The girl needed to learn that there was much, much more to good sex than merely riding Paul's always stiff cock. She knew about Paul's penchant for young stuff, and knew also that in a few years he would find another pre-teen nymphet to replace Becky as she matured into womanhood. Letting the little girl get a taste of different experiences would help her transition to something new when Paul tired of her and found another girl-child to satisfy himself with.

But now it was time to take Mindy one step further. As reluctant as she was to leave this phase, though, she realized that the girl had an amazing sexual appetite that needed much more than lesbian B&D to stay satisfied. She went to the phone and made the arrangements, then hurried to Mindy's room for one last lust-crazed orgy.

Later that afternoon, Alma took Mindy down to the basement, strapped her to one of the wooden frames, and left her there. About a half hour later, still hanging in the contraption and wondering what was going to happen to her next, she heard voices up in the living room. A few moments later, she heard the basement door open and footsteps coming down the stairs.

Alma appeared, followed by four strange men. After positioning them in front of Mindy and letting them gape at the naked girl suspended in the frame, she started giving a presentation, much like someone in a department store.

"As you can see, with this frame, you can completely immobilize your subject, yet leave her fully available to you for whatever you might desire. By making a few adjustments," she started manipulating the frame as she talked, "you can easily change her position in any way you desire."

The frame spun around on its axis, leaving a surprised Mindy fully inverted, her torso and spread out legs making a human Y pointed at the ceiling.

Several of the men chuckled, and one of them stepped over to Mindy, standing squarely in front of her and putting a hand on her leg. She was in the awkward position of looking up at his crotch. "Hmm, looks like you could have a little buffet here." he said, dragging his rough hand down her thigh to her cunt and probing it with a finger.

"Yes," Alma agreed. She spun the frame around ninety degrees, leaving the girl suspended face up. "Or perhaps a little smorgasbord. You can serve more than one at a time this way."

Everyone laughed, and another man walked over. He reached out and started groping one of Mindy's tits, kneading the soft flesh and pinching her nipple with his fingers. "Tasty little dish, too, I might add." With another twist of the apparatus, Mindy was face down, then she felt her legs being lowered, putting her in the same position she had been in when Helga had butt-fucked her.

"Mind if we sample the merchandise?" the first man asked as he smacked Mindy's ass a couple of times.

"Not at all. It's all in the price of admission," Alma answered.

"It sure looks good on this end," the second man said. He was standing right in front of Mindy, and he grabbed her hair and yanked her head up to where she was facing right into his crotch. With his other hand, he quickly unzipped his trousers and pulled out his big, hard dick. "Looks mighty good. Let's see how it feels." he added as he shoved the big meat pole up to her lips.

Mindy instinctively opened her mouth, and as the man rammed his cock between her lips, she felt her pussy getting damp as she tasted the hot male shaft. It had been so long since she had felt a hard dick in her mouth that she immediately started cumming in response to the renewed stimulus.

As she greedily slurped on the hot dick, she felt the man behind her grasping her asscheeks and pulling them apart, opening up her asscrack and exposing her tight pucker hole. Moments later, she felt the hot head of the man's cock pushing urgently against the little button, and she wanted to cry out "Yes! Yes! Fuck my ass!".

The big cockshaft in her mouth prevented that, but she was not about to release it. Rather, she responded to the threatening intruder by wriggling her ass to relax her butt muscles, allowing the hard meat pole to slip easily into her ass pipe.

Wave after wave of body wrenching climaxes flowed through the girl as she realized she was being fucked simultaneously at both ends.

With the man at her rear fucking her butt with abandon, and the cock in her mouth ramming into her throat, Mindy was in ecstacy. From going so long without a good hard shaft, now she had a pair working her over and she loved it.

She slurped away at the big cock that was parting her lips as the man behind her pounded her ass relentlessly. "C'mon, hurry it up, guys," she heard someone say as strange hands started fondling and squeezing her tits. "Don't wear that butt out, Charlie. Save some of that good stuff for me."

She felt the man's cock throb and swell in her mouth, followed by a virtual gusher of hot jism spewing from it. She greedily slurped and licked the spurting male meat, catching every delicious drop of the man's fuck-juices.

As he let out a cry of passionate lust, the man fucking her butthole made one final thrust and started cumming, filling her ass pipe with the hot, sticky cream.

Before allowing the other two to have their turn at the girl, Alma once again rotated the frame, leaving Mindy suspended horizontally and face up. "You will find your subject's cunt to be easily available in this position," she said as a third man took up a position between her legs. Available it was. The man had no difficulty slipping his prod up her wet and waiting cunt, shoving it deep until his balls were bouncing off her ass.

The forth man swung his leg across her belly to straddle her, then, after laying his cock between her breasts, he squeezed the fleshy mounds against it and started giving her a titty fuck.

Cum was oozing out of her recently fucked butt and dripping down her asscrack as Mindy watched the hard rod sliding between her breasts. At the forward end of its thrusting, it was near enough to her face that she could lick the tantalizing slit on the huge cockhead with the tip of her tongue, and she lapped at it, hoping that it would soon pray her face with hot delicious male juice.

Again Mindy was climaxing non-stop as the two strangers fucked her. She was delirious with hot lust as wave after wave of spasms exploded in her cunt. Moaning softly, she arched her body in an attempt to get more of the hard shaft in her twitching pussy.

"Oh, fucking going to cum!" the man fucking her tits cried. Just as he uttered these words, a large blob of hot cream spewed from the massive cockhead and splashed on Mindy's face. Greedily, she tried to lick up the sticky goo before it trickled down the side of her cheek out of reach of her tongue.

As she lapped up the last drops of the tangy fluid, she felt the cock in her pussy explode its load. The man screamed with ecstacy as his hard shaft pumped itself dry into the gaping pussy.

Much to Mindy's delight, each man took another turn with her, usually fucking her in a different way than he had the previous time. Finally, though, it was over. As the men prepared to depart, one of them said to Alma. "That frame certainly was as advertised and I definitely want to buy one. I sure do appreciate the demonstration you gave us, too. It's been a real pleasure doing business with you."

Chapter Ten

During the next several days there seemed to be a parade of vehicles driving up to the farmhouse. Prior to each new arrival, Mindy was once again taken to the basement, lashed to the frame, and made to wait until Alma escorted her guests into the dank room.

Most of the visitors came in two, three, or four at a time. On two occasions, however, there were six and once Mindy was required to take care of eight hot- dicked strangers. Not that the girl really minded, Alma noted. It seemed to her that there was no limit to the amount of cock the young girl was willing to take on.

On several occasions, rather than working her over while she was strapped to the frame, the guests would unloose the girl and take her on the cold, damp and filthy basement floor. During one of these variations, Mindy delighted in handling three dicks at the same time, one ramming her ass, another shoved in her mouth, and the third fucking her tits. The filth from the floor smeared with streaks of cum sticking to her body added an exciting vulgarity that brought additional stimulation to her.

There was another occasion Mindy would particularly remember. Two men were visiting the basement, both with huge, fat eager cocks that they jerked to erectness while fondling her naked body. Then suspending her upright in the frame, one of them approached her from the front while the second came up to her from the rear. It took a bit of maneuvering, but with a willing Mindy twisting and turning to assist them, she was finally impaled by both cocks simultaneously; one up her ass and the other buried in her pussy.

The sensation was so overwhelming that the well-fucked girl continued to cum long after both shafts had spurted big loads of hot cum into her.

Her last group of visitors, rather than being a male-only affair, consisted of two couples. One of the women seemed to particularly enjoy tormenting the bound girl, pinching her titties and spanking her smooth asscheeks with a wooden paddle Alma had provided. The other woman did the opposite.

She seemed to never tire of feeling Mindy all over, fingering her pussy, toying with her asscrack, cupping her titties, while the two men took turns fucking her in the mouth, cunt, and butt. Before it was over, the men swapped mates, each spurting a load of hot, sticky cum into the other's wife. Then, Mindy was made to lick out the freshly fucked cunts. Once again, the sensation was devastatingly erotic as she, for the first time, licked male fuck-juices out of a hot, wet cunt.

Having previously learned to savor the taste of hot male cum, and more recently to relish the tangy-sweet taste of pussy, she found the mixture of the two to have an ever richer, more desirable flavor. As she greedily lapped at one of the women's churning cunt, she told herself that this was a treat to look forward to and that it would be well worth any effort it might take to get it. The woman banged away on her face, moaning and screaming that she was cumming as Mindy intensified her cunt sucking, trying to drain every last drop of the tasty fuck juices from the steaming fuck hole.

It was this very same woman that was involved in Mindy's next experience. The next night, Alma arranged for her and her husband to take Mindy out for the evening. "I want you to dress especially nice for them." she had told Mindy as she returned one of the girl's sexier outfits to her. "Carol and Jack are very special, er, guests of ours, and we wouldn't want you to disappoint them by dressing like a trashy slut."

When the couple arrived to pick the girl up, they had her sit between them in the front seat of their big Lincoln Towncar. Jack had no sooner started the car and pulled it out onto the highway when Carol started feeling Mindy up. "Sweetheart, you were so hot yesterday," she said, leaning over to brush her lips on Mindy's ear while her hand rubbed the girl's silk-hose clad inner thigh.

"Jack has been c cumming buckets full after screwing you, and you gave me the most divine cunt licking I've ever ever had."

"Hmmpff," Jack muttered as he accelerated the car. "You mean I don't measure up in the cunt lapping category?"

"No, no, honey," Carol grinned. "I love the way you tongue fuck me. It's, er, well, it's just that it sometimes takes a woman to know what another woman needs. Doesn't it, Mindy darling?" She had her hand up to Mindy's crotch and was playing with her slit under the pair of lacy bikini panties.

"Well, just let her try to give you a good stiff dicking sometime," he chuckled as he patted the growing bulge in his trousers. He picked up Mindy's hand and laid it on his lap. "You women are all alike. Talk like you don't need us, but so fucking cock crazy you keep coming back."

"Men!" Carol cooed into Mindy's ear, moving the girl's hair out of the way and brushing her lips softly against the ear lobe. "Just because they have those goddammed pussy punchers hanging between their legs, they think we can't live without 'em." Her finger hooked the waistband of Mindy's panties and she started pulling the silk fabric down.

"Fucking right you can't" Jack growled in jest. He cupped Mindy's hand with his and started moving it up and down over his stiff shaft. "You females are never happy unless you have a big piece of meat stuffed in one hole or another. Right, Mindy?"

Mindy smiled but did not say anything. She was feeling very comfortable with this couple, and she laid her head back on the seatback, closed her eyes, and enjoyed the heated eroticism. The nasty conversation was turning her on something fierce, not to mention the effect Carol's hand or Jack's dick was having on her.

Carol's fingers were now toying with Mindy's exposed cunt lips as she continued the light hearted quibbling. "Well, you seem to always be ready to stuff yours somewhere. I didn't notice you hesitating one bit yesterday when it was your turn to dick this pretty young thing."

"And I sure didn't notice you holding back when you had the chance to smother her face with that big hairy cunt of yours," he retorted. "Damn, I thought for a minute you were going to suffocate her!"

"I'd love to suffocate you, sweetheart." Carol whispered to Mindy, blowing softly in her ear. "Right now! Oh, I'm hot to have you eat my pussy again." Having found the girl's erect little clit, she was stroking it between thumb and forefinger while probing the depths of her pussy with an index finger.

Mindy was experiencing an explosive series of the most incredible climaxes, all brought about by this woman's dexterous stimulation of her yearning cunt. At this point, either Jack or Carol could use her body in any way they wanted and she'd be happy, she thought to herself as she stoked the bulging rod under Jack's trousers.

"Better slow down, baby." he muttered as he slowed the car down and turned onto a side street. "Much more of that and you will have me cumming in my pants. Don't want that to happen; I want to save every drop of it for you." He pulled the car to a stop in front of a roadside tavern.

The next to last thing Carol did before getting out of the car was to pull Mindy's panties on down and drop them on the floorboard. The last thing she did was to remover her own. "Those dammed things just get in the way, don't they, sweetheart?" she said as she stepped out onto the sidewalk.

The three went into the tavern. It was dark inside, as dark as the arcade Mindy had been felt up in so many times before being sent out west to her Uncle Paul's. There were several customers seated at the bar, several more in the booths, and a few couples were on the dance floor. Jack guided the two females over to the bar, and after making sure Mindy was on a stool between Carol and him, ordered a round of drinks. "Rum and cokes for the ladies, scotch and water for me."

The bartender eyed Mindy, but said nothing about her obviously being under age. "Coming right up," he said.

Carols's hand was immediately back on Mindy's thigh, pushing her fingers up under the hem of the little mini-skirt the girl was wearing. Mindy shivered at the thrill of being felt up in public again, something she really missed from the arcade, and adding to the thrill was the knowledge that both she and Carol were naked underneath their dresses.

As the bartender set the drinks on the counter, Mindy smiled at Carol. "Oh, I'm having so much fun. I'm really glad I got to go out tonight." She let her eyes move down the woman's body as if seeing it for the first time.

The woman, in her mid thirties, was stunning. Her long dark hair flowed smoothly across her bare shoulders, nearly reaching the proud firm breasts that were barely concealed under a low cut thin white blouse. Her flat belly and tiny waist accented the smooth, voluptuous curves of her hips, which in turn curved softly inward to what Mindy remembered to be one of the most beautiful cunts she had ever seen. Her long legs, covered only midway down to the knees by her short white skirt, were perfectly molded and ideally proportioned to her sensuous body.

"Here's to a delightful evening," Jack said, lifting his glass in toast.

"That is most definitely going to happen," Carol responded, raising hers and clinking it against the other two. She patted Mindy's leg affectionately, and in the process moved her hand a few inches higher.

Jack saw what his wife was up to and joined in the game. Placing his hand on Mindy's other thigh, he started moving it slowly upwards. Mindy squirmed with pleasure and parted her legs, only half realizing that, from her position sitting with her back to the bar, most of the other customers in the tavern could see up under her dress all the way to her pantyless crotch. She took another gulp from her drink, and feeling a bit dizzy from the intoxicating beverage, leaned back against Jack's strong firm body.

A woman in her mid forties walked over to where the threesome was seated. "Jack! Carol! How are you? Long time. And, what an attractive guest." She placed her hand next to Jack's on Mindy's thigh. "Who is this beautiful creature? You've been holding out on us."

"Isn't she pretty?" Jack agreed amiably. "Marcy, this is Mindy. Mindy, Marcy. Marcy is an old friend of ours. Where's that whistle-dick you call your husband, Marcy?"

"He's right here," a gruff but jovial voice answered as the woman's husband joined the group. "Is this a private party, or can anyone join in? My, my, Jack. How do you get so lucky?" The newcomer did not hesitate joining what was quickly turning in to being a group grope.

It wasn't long before several others, all friends of Jack and carol, joined in. While several of the men alternated between fondling Mindy and feeling up Carol, and while at least one woman rubbed Jack's bulging trousers while licking her lips, most concentrated on pawing the attractive young girl. At various times Mindy had one or more hands down her blouse, on her thighs, feeling her ass, and probing her cunt. She reveled in all the erotic attention.

Jack had a difficult time extracting the trio from all their horny friends before a full scale orgy erupted. Given their way, they would probably have gang-fucked the girl right there on the barroom floor. "And she most likely wouldn't have minded," Jack was to say later in the car. "But, fuck them! We got some orgyen' of our own to do!"

Chapter Eleven

The drive from the tavern was really hot. Carol had insisted that she and Mindy be allowed to ride in the back seat and Jack begrudgingly let them. After adjusting the rear view mirror for what he was sure was going to be a good peep show, he maneuvered the car away from the curb.

The two girls were all over each other as soon as the car started rolling. In moments their clothes were strewn all over the back seat and floorboard as they pawed and caressed each other's bodies. Jack smiled as he watched his wife and the young girl groping and he stroked his dick with one hand, knowing that as soon as he got them home he was going to get his turn.

He felt something rub against his neck and turned his head to see what it was. Mindy's spread out legs were propped up on the seat back next to him, and Carol was on the floorboard between them running her tongue down the girl's thighs toward her gaping cunt.

As he watched his naked wife move in and start eating Mindy's pussy, he stroked his dick in satisfaction. As Paul's lawyer, he was often treated to samples from Paul's rather unique stables, and this particular sample was proving to be the best of the lot. As he wheeled the Lincoln into the circular drive that led up to his house, he made a decision. It would take some effort and would probably be rather expensive, but he was going to give his wife a present she would never forget.

"Ok, we're here," he called over his shoulder as he pulled up and stopped. "Think you two can untangle yourself long enough to go in the house?"

He got out and held the door open for them. Without taking time to put them on, the two women grabbed up their clothes and climbed out. "Old man Jones is going to get his eyes full tonight!" he chuckled ass the two naked bodies emerged from the car. In response to Mindy's quizzical look, he added, "Our next door neighbor has a habit of peeking over the fence."

Once inside the large ranch style home, Carol led Mindy into the rec room. Carefully designed for erotic pleasures, the large room was furnished with numerous large and small pillows. Lewd paintings hung on three walls, and the fourth wall consisted of a room-sized window that looked out over the patio and pool. Opposite the window was a large fireplace, and next to it was a door that led to an open air hot tub.

Carol chased Jack out of the room, telling him that she and Mindy had to get dressed for the occasion. Once he had left, she walked over to a small closet and started pulling out garments. "I think Mr. Jones will approve of these," she giggled. "Let's go over to the window and try them on for him."

Mindy wasn't sure what turned her on more, the sexy matching outfits, the way Carol felt her up while dressing her, or the knowledge that there was a lecherous pervert out there somewhere in the dark watching them. The combination was almost too much for her, though, as she cooed and moaned while Carol sensuously dressed her in the erotic ensemble.

Once she was dressed, she had her turn dressing Carol, and she took her time; fondling and probing the woman's hot sexy body as she added each piece of the outfit. Once finished, they stepped over to a full length mirror and gazed appreciatively at their handiwork.

As Mindy looked over the mirror image from top to bottom, she saw a narrow black patent leather collar with silver studs circling the neck. A black lace corset starting at the waist pushed tightly up under her breast, pushing her firm tits up and out provocatively. Black fishnet hose covered her legs and thighs, stopping inches below her crotch.

She was totally naked from the waist down to the tops of the hose, and the contrast between the black silky material and her white soft skin highlighted her exposed pussy in a way that total nakedness could never achieve. The outfit was completed by a pair of spike-heeled black patent shoes.

Looking at Carol's image next to hers stirred a deep yearning in her belly. Dressed identically, it would be impossible to choose which was the sexiest, and together they were absolute dynamite.

"I've died and gone to heaven," Jack exclaimed as he entered the room. Mindy, turning when she heard his voice, was nor prepared for what she saw.

The tall, well tanned man was wearing only two garments, a black leather vest covered his rippling chest muscles, and a matching loin cloth bulged out from his crotch, covering his hot and already hard prick. Her mouth started watering and she felt her pussy twitching in anticipation as she stared at the sexy creature standing in front of her.

"Hmmm, looks good enough to eat," Carol said. "First things first, though. We have to teach him that its not nice to molest pretty little girls when they are tied up in Alma's rack." she grinned.

Mindy was uncertain as to what was going to happen next, so she just watched as Carol moved into action. In minutes, she had her husband strung up on a strange apparatus Mindy had not noticed before. Standing in the center of the room, his arms were hoisted above his head, secured by ropes to a large hook that was fixed to the ceiling and his legs were spread apart and firmly clamped at the ankle. In this position, he was totally vulnerable and defenseless to whatever the two females might want to do to him.

With a wicked smile on her face, Carol turned on the stereo and started a very sultry dance in front of her bound husband. Wriggling her hips and thrusting her pelvis, she twisted her cunt inches away from the loin cloth that covered his hard cock.

Jack groaned with lust as he pulled against his bindings, trying to reach the sexily contorting body in front of him. "You'd like some of that, wouldn't you?" she snickered as she bumped her pussy at him. "Yeah, you want some of my pussy bad. Real bad." Twisting and turning, she indicated to Mindy that she should join her in the erotic teasing. "Let's get him all steamed up, sweetheart. Make him really ache for some hot cunt."

Mindy started bumping and grinding along with Carol, and the effect was most stimulating. She eyed Jack's bulging loin cloth as she bumped her belly against Carol's, and decided that as much as she enjoyed doing hot and erotic things with the pretty woman, what she really wanted was to have her pussy stuffed with some of her husband's thick cock. Carol dropped to her knees in front of the man, made a motion to Mindy to join her, then reached out and loosened the loin cloth. Jack's cock, held back up until now, sprang out of it's confinement in full erection.

Like a trained cobra, Carol bobbed and weaved her face in front of the rigid meat, darting her tongue at it from time to time and blowing her breath hard on at Jack's hanging balls. The fuck-pole lurched and spasmed as it tried to reach the tormenting tongue, but Carol was careful to stay just inches away from the stiff rod.

Mindy joined Carol in the teasing display. The effect of both women tormenting him was almost too much for Jack, and he moaned softly as he hung from the ropes.

"Look at him," Carol cooed."He's going crazy for cunt right now. Yeah, you want to slip your dick in some pussy right now, don't you?"

"And I want it slipped into mine," Mindy thought as she continued to follow Carol's lead. She felt her fuck juices oozing from her aching cunt and spreading across her thighs, and wondered how much more of this tease game she could stand.

Fortunately, the cock teasing didn't last much longer; fortunately for Mindy, that is, as she was getting hotter and hornier by the minute, and her pussy was twitching violently, aching to be satisfied. The girl didn't care how, whether by cock or by tongue, or even by the rapid stroking of agile fingers, she needed something to work over her cunt.

As she continued to flick at Jack's bulging loin cloth, she was having more and more difficulty in holding back those last centimeters between her swishing tongue and the tantalizing skin of the man she was tormenting. Much more of this, she thought, and she would rape the stiff meat she knew was hidden under the leather.

Carol took care of that for her. After altering the mechanism that was holding her husband down, putting him in a hands and knees position on the floor, she walked over to a sideboard and removed something from a drawer.

When she returned with it, Mindy saw that she was holding a strap-on dildo. At first she thought it was similar to the one she and Helga used to fuck each other with, but closer examination revealed a startling difference. The dildo was double shafted with one rubber cock pointing outward from the strap and the second pointing in.

Carol stood Mindy up and strapped the two-way pseudo cock on her, slipping one of the hard shafts into the girl's hot, wet cunt and adjusting the other until it looked exactly as if she were a male with a tremendous, bulging hard-on.

"There you go, sweetheart," Carol cooed as she made a few final adjustments and wiped some lubricating cream on the hard rod. "Now you can fuck him. Slam it to him just like he would slam it to you if he had the chance!"

Mindy had never imagined anything even near a scene like this, but she was hot enough to give anything a try. As she squirmed against the dildo embedded in her juicy cunt, she moved around behind Jack where Carol positioned the rubber dick right over his pucker hole. "Fuck it to him, baby.

Mindy leaned forward against the man's rump and felt the slippery dildo push against his quivering butthole. Jack squirmed a bit until the invading rubber dick found its opening, then sighed deeply as he pushed back against it. Mindy started cumming hard when she realized her dildo was punching into Jack's hot ass, and she continued to cum as she watched Carol move around in front of him and smash her soaked cunt against his face.

She was timid at first, but as she became aware that not only could Jack take a hot ass fucking, he actually craved it, she started humping his butt as hard as she had ever humped Helga's hot cunt.

"I'm cumming, oh gawd! I'm cumming!" Carol cried as she churned her cunt into her husbands face, forcing him to eat her for all he was worth. Along with Carol's obscene cries, she could hear Jack's muffled grunts and knew that he was spurting his male juice into the leather pouch.

The trio, groveling in a sexual frenzy, continued to fuck off on each other until Mindy, finally spent from the emotional and physical release, collapsed to the floor panting and gasping for breath.

Carol dropped down beside her and pulled her tightly to her. "Oh, yeah, sweetheart. That was wonderful.”

Cooing contentedly, Mindy relaxed in the woman's arm, her cunt still on fire and still twitching from the exquisite climaxes she was experiencing. Chapter Twelve

Paul put the phone receiver back in its cradle, jotted a few brief notes in a journal, then locked the book away in his desk drawer.

He was very pleased with the results of his trip, and even more pleased with what he had found when he returned. First, he had purchased two very promising colts for his stables at a most attractive price and had contracted to stud one of his finest mares.

After making entries in his account ledger to reflect this, he turned to the other, secret, ledger and noted the acquisition of a new young girl to be his next "niece", a replacement for the nearly ready Mindy.

The timing would be perfect, he noted. The new girl would be available as soon as Mindy had been put through her final indoctrination as was ready to be put to market. Moreover, from what he had observed personally along with glowing reports from both Alma and Jack, this latest "filly" was certainly the best he had produced and would certainly bring top dollar.

In addition to the new girl, he had also found an extremely nubile little nine year old. He stroked the growing bulge in his trousers as he thought about the timid little child that had been introduced to him. Much smaller and several years younger than little Becky, and obviously completely innocent and naive, she would make an ideal replacement for his present wife.

As his attorney, Jack would slip an envelope filled with cash to the judge, his marriage to Becky would be annulled, and he would have a new bride to satisfy his insatiable lust for young stuff. Not that the legality was all that important, but it did serve two purposes. First, the act of marriage imputed an ironic aura of legality to this most illegal sexual act, and second, a well placed political donation with its inherent incrimination tended to keep the authorities from becoming overly curious about his clandestine business.

He smiled as he thought about what he had observed on his return. He could not help but notice the adoring looks little Becky was giving Helga. Alma, true to form, had anticipated him and had taken the extra step of introducing Becky to the sexual advances of the Swedish lesbian. The child had responded emphatically to the blonde's relentless seduction, and seemed to be well on her way to joining the cult of Lesbos. He made a mental note to tell Paul to add an extra bonus to Alma's fee for the brilliant way she paved the way for what could have been a difficult transition.

Paul flipped the desk lamp off and headed upstairs. Even though her days were numbered, little Becky was still an appetizing fuck-child, and it had been a long time since he had slipped his stiff meat into some tight young pussy.

Passing Mindy's room, he quietly opened the door and peered in. The girl, sound asleep, had tossed her covers off in the heated desert night and was totally naked. A full moon was shining through the window, casting a soft blue glow over the girl's sexy body, and Paul noticed that even in her sleep she was fingering her pussy.

That girl is a natural sex-pot, he thought to himself. She has responded eagerly to any scene we introduced to her and appears to have absolutely no inhibitions. Well, it was time to introduce her to her next and last course, and then our work will be done and we can go for the big payoff. He shut the door quietly and headed toward his bedroom and the little fuck-child that was waiting for him.

Across town, Jack stared at the now silent phone, deep in thought. He had made his decision and now it was time to do some planning. He would have to be careful, though. He certainly would not want to fuck up the lucrative relationship he had with Paul, but it was time he had Carol got a bit more out of this enterprise than just his retainer and an occasional hot fuck-fest.

NOLA

Chapter 1 "The Beginning"

My name is Nola. I am in grade six. I have a really good friend, Natashia, who is in grade eight. We do most things together. We sometimes hang out with a boy, Paul, who is in grade four. We've played together for almost four years; tag, hide and seek, and similar games.

Now we sometimes play cowboys and indians in the woods with some of the other kids in school. After seeing some movies, it was inevitable that we would end up tying up the prisoners. And we did. I know I wasn't the first one tied. And the boys were tied just like the girls.

I do remember the first time I was tied; I was afraid. But when they tied my hands behind me and marched me to the Indian camp, I lost all my fear. In fact, I sort of liked it.

We played several more times, over the spring, summer and fall before I was found out. It was Natashia who said it when the three of us were alone together.

"Isn't it strange that you get caught so easily, Nola? I think she enjoys getting tied up," she said to Paul. "Do you, Nola?"

They looked at me, smiling, and I knew I had to answer. My first response was a giggle, but then I said, "Whenever you have winners, you have losers. I just sort of get caught in this game a lot!"

Paul just shook his head, "Natashia, I think you're right. Nola, be honest with your friends, why do you get caught so easily?"

I answered, "Maybe I just don't want to run through the bush?"

Paul said, "Nola, You're lying. You like to be tied up."

Natashia added, "Well, whatever, it's time for me to get home. Dad said if I was late for supper again this week, I'd get spanked." We looked at her with shock. It was Paul who asked, "Do you still get spanked?" Natashia was fourteen.

Taken aback, she answered, "Well, sure. Don't you guys?"

We shook our heads.

Then I asked, "Who does it to you?"

"Well, sometimes it's my mother, but dad does it when I've done something really awful."

There was silence as Paul and I thought about it. Spankings were private things, not often talked about, even with friends. It showed how close we were that none of us teased Natashia or even laughed at her.

* * *

That night I sat in bed, thinking about what was said that day. I finally admitted to myself that I did lose often so I could be tied up. I wondered what that meant. I also wondered about Natashia's spankings.

We played cowboys and indians most weekends and I kept losing.

* * *

One weekend we decided to go for a hike to do something different. We packed our knapsacks and were properly dressed in heavy shirts, jeans and hiking boots. We hiked for about two hours then stopped for a rest.

We were laying down when Natashia said, "Hey, I found something at the park the other day. It might interest you, Nola."

She handed me a magazine. On the cover was a girl dressed in shorts and a shorty T-shirt. Her wrists were tied in front of her and her elbows were roped together behind her. Her wrists were pulled tightly against her bare belly. Her feet were shackled together with a two foot long chain between the ankles.

I just starred at it. When I looked up, I saw Natashia pulling some rope from her knapsack. "Want to try it?" she asked.

I shrugged, and then replied, "Why not?" I tried to be calm, but expectation thrilled me.

"Okay," she said, "hold out your wrists, Nola." When I obeyed, she continued, "I don't think we want to tie your wrists tightly together. Here, let me do it this way."

She wrapped my left wrist three times, then, leaving about three inches of slack, she did the same with my right wrist. Natashia nodded her approval at what she was doing.

"Now, Nola," Natashia said, "pull your wrists back against your stomach as tightly as you can." When I had done so, she started to my elbows together behind my back. Natashia stepped in front of me and, after checking how tight my wrists were to my stomach, she said, "Try to move your hands Nola."

I did, but found I couldn't move them. She smiled at the look of confusion on my face. "I can't move them, Natashia," I said. She nodded and took the excess rope and wrapped it several times around my wrists.

She asked, "Want to try the ankle rope too?"

How was I supposed to answer? After a moment's thought, I replied, "Go ahead. I'll give it a try."

Very quickly, she had three wraps of rope around my right ankle, She knotted it, then, took the other end and wrapped it around my left boot. When it was knotted, she said, "Take a couple of steps. I don't know if this will work."

Gingerly, I took a couple steps. Then I tried a little longer step and nearly stumbled when the ankle rope stopped my progress.

Natashia asked, "Want me to take it off?"

I shook my head. "No, let me try it a little more."

Carefully, I walked around the area. I began to lift my booted feet higher, as if I were walking normally, and found that I could walk easily, although my steps were a little shorter. I stood in front of Natashia and said, "I think I can handle this. Shall we hike?"

Off we went, just like any other group of nine, twelve, and fourteen-year-old kids, except the twelve year old was bound and gagged.

Paul stayed behind me. I knew he had a thing about a girl's rear end. He was only nine, going on ten, so I didn't mind. He slapped me twice on the bum as we walk and whispered to me that he would like to play this game with just the two of us.

I laughed. Then I whispered back, "maybe". I didn't want to hurt his feelings, and perhaps I really would play the game with him.

I was tied for almost two hours. It was only when we stopped for lunch, and after Natashia and Paul heated hot-dogs over the campfire, that she removed my ropes.

Natashia asked how I felt. I examined the red marks on my wrists and said, "I feel fine. It was really fascinating to hike that way."

When we were ready to start back, Paul asked me if I wanted to be tied again. I shook my head, saying, "No, it might not be too good idea going downhill and somebody might see us. Don't worry, you'll get me again," I promised.

That summer, I think I was tied thirty times.

* * *

One day, when Paul wasn't around, Natashia and I decided to get some sun.

She asked, "Where'll we go?" Then "will you let me tie you up?"

"Sure," was my snappy reply.

"Good!" she said, "I got some things in my knapsack, but that rules out the pool," Natashia said.

"Why not in old man Lim's backyard?" I suggested.

Natashia shrugged. I agreed to ask him.

Most kids our age wouldn't go near old Lim. Our parents told us not to talk to him, but, he was always nice to us. He would let us play behind his old barn and didn't tell on us if we made noise or anything.

I knocked on his door. Natashia hid behind the garage. She wasn't so sure about him. Most of the time she thought he acted creepy.

When he came to the door I asked him if we could play in his yard. He asked me what we were going to play and I told him "cowboys and indians!"

He didn't say anything for a moment, just looked at me with his cold black eyes, then he answered. "Go ahead."

I murmured a quick thanks and we went out behind his barn.

* * *

"Lay on your belly, Nola," she instructed.

I did. Then, she extended my arms and legs in the form of a huge X. She had tent pegs and a hammer in her knapsack. Natashia hammered pegs into the ground about a foot from the furthest one I could reach. After we had stripped down to our swimsuit's, she wrapped a rope several times around my left wrist.

Then she tied the other end of that rope to the peg just beyond my left hand. She did the same with my right wrist. Then, she hauled on my legs so that I was stretched out. After that, she roped my left ankle to one peg and my right out to the other one.

"How's that?" Natashia asked enthusiastically, "too tight?"

I tried to pull against the ropes. There was no slack. I looked up at her and smiled, "No, this is okay."

I lay like that for an hour, then she untied me and turned me over, tying me the same way, except face up.

We did the same thing three other times and didn't even remove the pegs.

Sometime after the third time, old man Lim said that he found the four pegs when he was mowing the grass and wondered what they were for. I told him we used them in our game. He didn't say anything. And he left them there. * * *

Nothing much exciting happened during the next two weeks. Other than I was tied a lot. My friend took it for granted now that I enjoyed being tied, and she certainly didn't have any objections.

* * *

It was late in the week. And I was pegged out in Lim's yard. I was on my belly. Natashia asked me, "Are you reasonably comfortable?"

I replied, "Sure. What's up?"

"Well, I'm going to leave you for a while. You'll be safe here."

I was somewhat suspicious, but I really wasn't too worried. "You won't be gone long, will you? I mean with you here, I've got protection. By myself, I've got nothing."

Natashia laughed, and said, "What're you afraid of?"

"Oh, every so often, the dog from across the street comes over here. Or maybe old man Lim will come out to see what we're doing."

"Don't be a baby, Nola, maybe he will. So what?"

Then she left me.

I really wasn't too distressed. After all it was Mr. Lim's backyard. Nobody else ever played here. So I just sort of closed my eyes to enjoy the sun's hot rays.

I grown so accustomed to being tied like this that I didn't even notice the traction. I felt drowsy and I guess I must have fallen asleep. I awoke with a start, pulling at my bonds, momentarily confused, until I remembered where I was.

I had no idea how long I slept. My hands were tingling, which meant that I was tied for about an hour and a half. No big deal: I had been pegged out for two hours once before.

I began to wonder where Natashia went. I was startled out of my daydreaming by Lim's voice.

"Nola, what are you doing there?"

"Oh, Hi Mr. Lim. Just getting some sun."

"But you're tied down. Who did this? Here, let me untie you," he said dropping to his knees near my left wrist.

I giggled. "Natashia tied me. We do it all the time. You don't need to untie me."

Somewhat hesitant, he leaned back on his heels. "Let me get this straight. You're here because your best friend tied you here?"

"Yes."

"And you're here voluntarily?"

"Sort of."

"And you do it frequently?"

I nodded. I was really embarrassed. If he told anyone...

Lim shook his head. Then he smiled. "Have you been tied before?"

"Yes, probably ten or twelve times."

"So that's what the pegs are really for," he laughed. "Well, if this is what you want, I won't interfere. Just lay back and enjoy it," he said, as he got to his feet and walked away.

* * *

Natashia returned with Paul.

Paul said, "Well, I see Nola's at it again. Enjoying yourself?" he asked, teasingly.

"Sure am. How about you? Like what you see?"

That was the first time any of us had ever said anything suggestive. Oh sure, we used four letter words like shit and fuck, but we never said anything suggestive.

There was silence, then Paul grinned and answered, "Sure do. You look great." I knew he like me tied face down best. He could look at my bum easier that way.

There was tension in the air.

I turned my head to see Natashia. There was were tears on her face. She was looking right at me. At that moment, I knew I was found out, that my friend, Natashia, knew that I really enjoyed being tied up; just like I knew that she got spanked alot. And I knew that Paul guessed what Natashia and I shared at that moment.

* * *

It was Paul who suggested it. He said it almost as an afterthought. "Why don't we strip Nola."

"No," I yelled. Natashia and Paul discussed it and decided not to, at least, right now. I was really scared they would actually do it.

* * *

After that time, there were a few more instances when I was tied in Mr. Lim's yard and left there by my friend. Once, I was bound facing a tree. It was big tree so it was just possible to bind my hands together when I wrapped my arms around the tree. My legs were tied in back and in front so that I couldn't move them at all. Fortunately, I was wearing jeans and a long sleeved shirt so the tree bark didn't scratch my skin.

Another time, I was tied with my back to the tree and my hands up over my head but together. Then there was the time that my arms were tied up but outward so that I looked like a "Y." Not only were my wrists tied but also my ankles and thighs and belly; and, for the first time, ropes were above and below my budding breasts. I was embarrassed.

I complained while Natashia roped my chest but only half-heartedly. Secretly, I was sort of curious to see how it would feel. With my arms stretched upward and outward, it wasn't as easy for me to sag in my ropes as I had before when I was tied upright to something. Also, my wrists got numb sooner. There was enough movement so that I could twist them, and that, combined with flexing my fingers, kept some feeling in my hands. The pressure on my breasts was something else. I was somewhat disappointed but since the ropes were loose, I wondered if it was necessary for them to be tied tighter to get a thrill.

I wasn't surprised to see Natashia leave. She had experienced difficulties with first period yesterday. I was not prepared to have Lim come to visit me again.

"That's a new way," he said, walking towards me.

This casual attitude sort of scared me, but I responded, "It's fine." Then I added, "What do you want?"

"Oh, I thought I would find you here. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm okay. What did you mean, you thought you'd find me here?"

"Well, it wasn't hard to figure out. I saw Natashia leave and, since you weren't with her, I thought you might not be able to."

I nodded. What he said made sense. I wondered why he was standing there, studying me. He was looking at the ropes over my breasts. I blushed. I knew that he saw my reaction but he didn't say anything.

"I've got work to do. Want me to untie you or do you want to just, hang around?"

We laughed, and I answered, "No, I'm okay. I'll just hang around."

* * *

We were excited as we prepared for our class fieldtrip scheduled the next weekend. We would be gone for five days. We bought new clothes and everything was great. And then, the day before the trip, I got sick. I couldn't get out of bed except to crawl to the bathroom to puke. The day we were supposed to leave, I couldn't even get out of bed.

I was devastated and so were my friends. Natashia said the trip wouldn't be the same unless we all went together, but I managed to gather enough strength to feebly wish them a good trip.

That night, I began to feel a bit better and my mom said that if I felt okay the next night, she'd drive me to meet the class. That made me feel much better but the next day, I was just as bad. My mom said it looked like I wouldn't be able to go, and, tearfully, I agreed.

On the third day, I felt better, but I knew it was foolish to try to go now. The fourth day, I was really feeling sorry for myself. I felt good but I just sulked around the house.

Paul interrupted my daydreaming. He had come over to visit me. He was two years behind me in school and wasn't allowed to go on the trip.

"How're you feeling Nola?" he asked.

"Oh, Paul, I feel fine, but I feel so sad. I really miss Natashia and we had planned so long for this trip."

He nodded, "I know, but you were really sick. You'll get other chances to travel."

"Yeah, I know," I replied, somewhat impatiently, "but it won't be the same."

He smiled. "That's allright. I understand your disappointment." After a pause, he asked again, "Are you sure you feel okay?"

"Hmmm?" I asked. "Oh, yes, I feel fine. Why?"

"Oh, I dunno. I was just wondering if you wanted to spend some time in Lim's yard. Just the two of us?"

I was astonished. I didn't know what to say. This little nine year old boy was asking me, a twelve year old girl, if I wanted him to tie me to a tree. He had a sneaky smile on his face, but I recovered enough to say, "Oh, I guess...Yes, I guess so."

"I'll get the rope Nola. You change into your shorts and T-shirt."

This perplexed me. This was dangerous ground for both of us but I shrugged and started for my room when Paul added, "And nothing else."

Startled, I looked around, but he had already disappeared. I had gone bra-less before. He knew that. I had a training bra but sure didn't have very much to hide. But no underpants?

In a few minutes, a little boy and a big girl were walking to Lim's place where boy was about to tie girl. I was struck by the danger of it, but I just marched along.

When we got to the tree, he astonished me. "Take off your top," he said. I hesitated, but I saw that he was quite serious.

"What if I don't?" I asked.

"Then you'll get a hard spanking!"

I thought, what the hell, and I didn't have hardly any breasts anyway and he was just a little boy. I took off my top, leaving myself bare to the waist. He held out what looked like leather cuffs.

"What's that?" I asked.

"There're special tie-up things. They won't interfere with your circulation. Here, hold out your wrist and I'll put them on you."

Confused, I held out my left wrist. Quickly, Paul wrapped the cuff around my wrist and buckled it tight. Then he took my other wrist and did the same with another cuff. He knelt and put cuffs on both my ankles. He backed me up to the tree and very quickly I was secured with my wrists up and backwards to limbs behind me, thrusting my little breasts forward. He secured my ankles so that I was on my tiptoes with my legs spread out and back. Then he took off my runners and socks.

If I was surprised by the cuffs, I was horrified when Paul began to wind thinner rope around my left breast. He put three loops around it; and then, holding it down with his little fingers, he began to tighten the wraps. My left breast began to swell outward as the rope tightened at the base. When he was satisfied, he began work on my right breast. Soon it was swelled out like my left.

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